The Road

A metaphoric poem over past present and future

I've been traveling on this road too long
That my strength has turned into struggling along
Trying to find a way to the place where I belong
Losing hope but reminding myself to stay strong
When the direction I'm heading seems all wrong

I've lost count of all the scars I've got
From the never ending wars that I've fought
When I stood and told life to hit me with its best shot
I guess that's what you get when life hits harder than you thought
Now I pick up what's left from what the pain brought

This road is my life as it is my lonely grave
For I left my old self buried in a cave
Along with all of the friendships I couldn't save
When the pillars of sanity finally gave
And I was the one who couldn't be brave

So if you see me limp your way, leave me be
Because my own failures and insanity blinded me
But I won't stop to rest until I'm finally free
Even if, to me, the direction I'm going is a mystery
I know that, in life or death, I will eventually see

Whether I succeed or fail is not known
If I'll fall on the side of the road, cold to the bone
Dying in someone's arm or just utterly alone
Or will I stagger to the end, to my throne made of stone
Able to finally rest and see how much I have grown?

So along this road I'll keep going
Unable to hold back or keep slowing
Especially blinded and wandering to the unknowing
With the endless doubt and continuous tiredness echoing
From every heavy footstep taken on the road I'm following